Source One night it rained really hard at home. We lost our power for an hour and a half. I lit candles and we sat in silence. My husband said that when he was a child his grandmother made them sit still and quietly during thunderstorms in reverence to God. She said “Let Him do […]
Source my grandmother was a goddess or a saint she was all things good she loved me and I loved her plain and simple it was no more than that yet so much more when she looked at me I saw her hope and faith the pride and promise she saw in me she was […]
Source Sometimes we remember the darndest things like my Grandmother’s nails When I file my nails I see her hands She was always filing her nails They were always perfect She liked them with oval tips Her nails had deep ridges in them from age Her hands were strong, brown Wrinkled like raisins Those hands […]
This is a photo of my grandmother, who I called Nan-Nan. She was about 17 in this picture. I found a hand-painted frame on Etsy and my husband put it up in the dining room. I love honoring her this way. She loved to cook so it is fitting that her pretty picture smiles at […]
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